Today started out ok. The kids and I went to the gym early (7am) and they played and had fun. Watched the Team WOD and took pics (since I couldn't do it). Then everyone left to go have breakfast with a girl who is deploying. I was the last to leave... And my van wouldn't start. The kids had been playing in it and drained the battery completely. I cried. I called a friend and she rescued us. But man. Oh.. and today it's supposed to be 100. It was only 90 when we left, but DAMN. That's not exactly cool!
So tomorrow. It WILL be a good day. So will the rest of today. But all day tomorrow will be good and there will be no tears.
I feel like I've shut down the last couple of days. I don't want to play with the kids. I want to just be ALONE. But even if I take a few minutes in another room or something, it's not really alone.
I feel like a terrible mother. I'm not a fun mom. I don't like doing things constantly. I'm a homebody. But the kids get bored and then they get cranky. So either I try to keep them somewhat occupied, or we all go crazy.
I was thinking how single moms have less of a hard time with this stuff than I am, but then I'm sure they had a rocky start, too. I'm sure that just as the kids and I are getting into a good groove, my husband will return from his 3 week trip.
As I've mentioned many times, when I'm stressed I eat. Not good. At all. I should drink. Ha!
Tomorrow will be a better day. No tears. No yelling (which I *think* hasn't happened today, and if it has, it's been minimal).
